LEGENDS OF MYTH Written by Nolan Bryand [email protected] 416-624-3560 FADE IN: EXT. SPACE Earth’s outer atmosphere. Blue, mesmerizing... beautiful. SUPER: CENTURIES AGO A spark. It explodes into a large dark hole. Emerging from the void... a SHIP. The ship careens towards Earth, pushing through the atmosphere, igniting in flames. EXT. EARTH, WOODS - DAY Pristine and untouched. A hunting party of MEN wanders about, spears at their side. They spot a deer. They crouch, weapons ready. A loud CRACK from the sky spooks the animal. The men shoot their gaze skyward. They stand in awe. The burning ship barrels towards them. One of the men sparks to action, sprints away. The others get the hint, take cover. BOOM! The ship rocks the ground, earth and rock displaced violently. A fog of dust and dirt cloud the ship. The fog settles, the flames peter out. The men emerge from cover, cautiously step towards the ship -- spears ready to defend. SMASH! The men stop. SMASH! They hurriedly look around... where’s the noise coming from? SMASH! The door on the ship bursts open. POV OF WHATEVER IS INSIDE THE SHIP Something steps out, the men directly in its view. They cower in fear. Whatever escaped from the ship emits a loud and dreadful ROAR. The men run for their lives. 2. EXT. EARTH, WOODS - CONTINUOUS Wide shot of the woods. Another ROAR reverberates throughout the land. EXT. BATTLEFIELD, PLANET TARTARUS - DAY A barren wasteland. The red horizon adds no beauty to the already grisly expansion of land. SUPER: FORTY YEARS LATER A HOWLING wind whips the dirt into frenzied miniature tornadoes, each on the hunt for destruction. One such tornado finds a target, zeroes in. The feisty swirling cloud of doom huffs and puffs, charges a FOOT. The little tornado that could -- couldn’t. It ruptures on contact, whittles away into the wind that breathed it life. The foot of ZEUS (20s), dressed in fantastic battle attire. His striking white hair complements an amazingly square jaw, radiating an air of power. His gaze fixed ahead -- steady, determined. To Zeus’ left: POSEIDON (20s), gray hair and long beard, fierce and battle-hardened. His beard, braided, adds to his already intimidating look. His battle gear matches Zeus’. To Zeus’ right: HADES (20s), long dark hair pulled back tightly. His cold, dark eyes portray a calculated warrior. His attire like the other two. Zeus, Poseidon and Hades all clutch helmets under one hand, and grasp fantastic golden swords in the other -- no guns. Behind the three: Dressed in lower class battle gear, an ARMY of thousands upon thousands, all eager to shed blood at the drop of a hand, all with guns unlike anything in modern times. Hovering above them -- battle ships. Zeus lurches forward. Poseidon and Hades follow his lead. The three of them stomp to the heart of the battleground. 3. Three Hecatoncheires: BRIAREOS, KOTTOS and GYGES wait. Each is equally frightful and ugly, with four arms. They stand at least two feet taller than Zeus and company. Their armor as grizzly as they are. Behind the Hecatoncheires -- hundreds of their brethren. Not nearly as much as their adversaries. With their size, it may not matter. Their weapon of choice -- brutal looking swords... large ones. The wind thrashes between the opposing companies. They size each other up in an uncomfortable silence. Not a word is spoken until -- BRIAREOS The mighty Cronus sends his sons to do his dirty work. (looks them over) I expected more from your reputation. Poseidon angrily steps forward, points his sword at Briareos. POSEIDON I’ll show you more right now! Zeus stops him with an outstretched hand, takes a second to calm him. ZEUS Cronus commands that you and your generals turn yourselves in and swear loyalty to him. The hideous being spits on the ground in front of Zeus. BRIAREOS He thinks it good sport to give us a fighting chance. HADES You’re the only fool to take it thus far. Briareos glares at Hades. ZEUS Briareos, no one needs to die today. Briareos raises his higher left hand, points his finger dead center between Zeus’ eyes. 4. BRIAREOS He’ll have to kill me before I give him rule of my people. With that, the Hecatoncheires turn and stomp back to their unsightly, and terrifying, army. Zeus calmly shakes his head, with a hint of displeasure. He glances at his forces. ZEUS They have no idea the world of hurt that’s about to befall them. HADES I hope they’d have a clue. Zeus steams. ZEUS Half of them are here against their will, about to die because of his laws... and he could stop it with a wave of his scythe. Hades shrugs his shoulders, pats Zeus on the shoulder. HADES It’s the way it is. Best not to dwell on it. The three brothers return to their awaiting force. Zeus taps an earpiece. INT. SHIP - SAME TIME A mishmash of advanced technology, and plain old steel. PROMETHEUS (30s), slender and toned -- with a face that is wise beyond its years, sits at the controls. ATLAS (30s), muscles on muscles. Battle scars on his face portray a seasoned and hardened warrior. He sits next to Prometheus. Their armor is a step above the army, but not quite as elegant as Zeus and his brothers. ZEUS (V.O.) Prometheus, keep the ships on standby until my signal. Prometheus taps his own earpiece. 5. PROMETHEUS Copy. Atlas gazes at the forces below. ATLAS I should be down there. Not in this coward box. PROMETHEUS Zeus needs us to hold the sky. Atlas scoffs. ATLAS The sky can hold itself up. He’s afraid of me stealing his glory. Prometheus heeds no mind of Atlas, prepares himself for the battle to come. EXT. BATTLEFIELD - CONTINUOUS Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades are positioned back at the front of the line. Across the battlefield, Briareos taps a small box on his lower left arm. A shield of steel clunks together, springing forth from the box. The rest of his forces do the same. Briareos wastes no time starting the party. He charges, his forces follow. The ground shakes with fury under their stampeding feet. The army behind Zeus stirs in anticipation. The fiery screams of combatants about to engage in an epic battle drown out the noise of the monstrous army barreling their way. They’re ready for war. Zeus and his brothers slide their helmets on. Anticipation builds throughout the thousands. War cries gain in strength. Zeus raises his sword, high for all to see. The battle cries hit a peak. The opposing army crosses the halfway point on the battlefield. Now or never! Zeus’ sword plummets. They’re off! The brothers lead the rush, the screaming army in a frenzied charge behind. White plasma balls fire away from the soldiers around them. 6. The Hecatoncheires raise their shields. Some, not quick enough, fall from the blasts. The two armies collide. The Hecatoncheires swing away like Barry Bonds on his path to seventy-three dingers. The guns are rendered useless in close quarters. Zeus’ army abandon their firearms, draw their swords. The Hecatoncheires telegraph -- easy to dodge. For those unlucky few who happen to be in the way, their battle is swiftly cut short... permanently. Zeus, Poseidon and Hades work so well together that one would assume they’re most certainly reading each other’s minds. They focus in on one of their foes. Zeus slashes his leg. Poseidon quickly follows with a cut to the other leg, felling the creature. Hades, trailing just behind Poseidon, delivers the final blow with a violent swing of his sword. The Hecatoncheires’ body tumbles to the ground... headless. The three brothers cut their way through the army of giants, switching the order of attacks with one another. Efficient and effective. Zeus surveys the battle. Unfortunately, his troops do not have the same affinity for battle as he and his brothers. They’re losing numbers... fast. Zeus makes eye contact with his brothers. They all nod, split. Zeus reaches into his armor, retrieves a small device, fires it into the air. INT. SHIP - CONTINUOUS Prometheus watches as a small ball glides into the sky, ERUPTS high above the battleground. He jettisons the craft into action. Atlas can’t help but contain a greedy smile. EXT. BATTLEFIELD - CONTINUOUS The crafts above unleash a barrage of fire in the form of large white balls of plasma, larger than the gun’s blasts. 7. FOLLOW ON: plasma ball racing to the battleground, indiscriminately making its way towards one of its own. It jerks out of the way at the very last second, hitting a Hecatoncheire dead center in the chest. BACK TO SCENE The blasts knock down a large number of the giants, evening the odds once again. Not to be outdone, Briareos signals behind him. At the back of the ranks, large catapults wait, manned by two Hecatoncheires each. One loads a large rock, the other flips the switch. The rock SOARS through the air. Its target: Prometheus’ ship. SHIP - CONTINUOUS Prometheus yanks the controls in an attempt to dodge the rock. The flying boulder grazes the side of the ship, whipping it into a fidget spinner-like frenzy. Prometheus fights to regain control -- no dice. BATTLEFIELD - CONTINUOUS The ship, dizzily spinning out of control, plummets to the ground. It lands with a THUD and comes to a dead stop. A few seconds pass. The door BUSTS open, flying off the hinges. Atlas emerges, still sporting his greedy smile.